The Atrocious Werewolf Prince



It was at this moment that Ray and the rest's eyes abruptly widened.

The scar left behind by the attack had reached 129 feet!

Compared to before, it had grown by a whole 24 feet!

A series of gasps were heard as everyone turned towards Ezra in shock. No one had expected a few seemingly casual tips from him to bring about such apparent improvement.

Rock was likewise stupefied. It was a long time later before he looked towards Ezra with burning eyes and quivering lips. Even someone as proud as himself could not help by tremble as he said, "Brother Ezra, I'm convinced."

The other disciples instantly shifted their practically searing gazes towards Ezra Zephyr.

Ray's pretty eyes looked at Ezra as she said in a soft and sweet voice, "Brother Ezra, may I also ask for your guidance in my Black Shadow Art."

"Brother Ezra, please guide me in my Flame Thunder Force!"

"My, my Thousand Wave Scroll!"

A wave of excited voices exploded by the mountain creek, drowning out the sound of flowing water.

With Ezra's terrifying talent in spiritual techniques, the numerous disciples suddenly felt extremely confident in the face of the fast approaching peak selection ceremony.

They would perhaps really end up taking all of the top 10 spots in the peak selection ceremony!

The date of the peak selection ceremony grew closer every day.

The unofficial outer mountains were bathed in an atmosphere of desperate training, everyone making full use of every second they had in hopes of making themselves just a tiny bit stronger before the arrival of the peak selection ceremony.

After all, everyone clearly understood what it represented; their future prospects.

They had travelled millions of miles, and crossed uncountable continents just for the chance of entering the Spirit Devouring Mountain. If they were unable to grasp this opportunity to enter the outer mountains, they would surely have to wait a long time for their next chance.

Even if they managed to succeed then, they would have already lost the most ideal timing, and those of the same generation would have likely long left them in the dust.

Hence, not a single person in the unofficial outer mountains could relax in the face of such an important event, Ezra Zephyr was no exception.

By the mountain creek, Ezra Zephyr was seated with his eyes closed as thundering black lightning danced around his body.

One would see three swirling torrents of spiritual energy in which the barely discernible figures of three dragons could be seen. A savage and domineering aura spread from them along with the faint echoes of dragon roars.

The three torrents of chaotic lightning shuddered, cracks suddenly appearing on the boulder Ezra Zephyr was seated on as muffled explosions rang out in the air.

The prince's tightly shut eyes slowly opened, light blossoming within them before gradually receding.

He spat out a breath as faint joy sparkled in his eyes. After half a month of training, he had finally refined the three dragon type Martial Animal blood, successfully completing 3 of 8 Lost Dragons.

The only thing he needed to do next was to break them in. These 3 of 8 Lost Dragons possessed overwhelming power.

"It seems that you've reached the initial level of the 8 Lost Dragons." While the prince was appreciating his progress, two figures in red and blue flew over, bringing along a slight fragrance. Ravina Ingale and Mahi Ingale stood in front of Ezra with a wide grin.

Ezra glanced at her and smiled, "The Rhiyan and Naran disciples have been on pretty bad terms recently, and yet you still come here everyday."

Over this period of time, she and Mahi did as they wanted, coming to receive guidance from Ezra Zephyr in the Gossamer Steps technique. She was clearly not the least bit affected by the disagreements between the disciples on both sides.

Mahi pouted a little. "What do such meaningless conflicts have to do with me?"

She understood that the Shiyan and Rhiyan disciples believed a little too deeply that they were superior to others, while the non Shiyan disciples whom were prided geniuses in their respective continents were naturally proud individuals. Contact between the two parties would naturally result in conflict.

With regards to such conflicts, she neither had the power to stop them, not did she want to interfere.

Ezra Zephyr said, "If everyone was like you two, these troubles would naturally cease to exist."

Although both cousins were also proud individuals, she did not bully and humiliate others by relying on her background.

Mahi sat down in front of Ezra as she inquired with interest, "After the peak selection ceremony, which peak do you want to enter?"

The prince gazed at the lady back. He did not answer, but asked instead, "What about you?"

Mahi placed a hand on her chin as she answered, "Of course I want to enter the Colleen Evil Peak. It's the peak with females and can be said to be one of the most popular peaks amongst the disciples."

Ezra asked in surprise, "Isn't your old ancestor the master of the Heavenly Fiend Peak?"

Mahi Ingale frowned. "The Heavenly Fiend Peak specializes in illusions and mind techniques, and everyone there is covered all over in psychopathic freaks, so depressing. I'll never go to the Heavenly Fiend Peak."

Ezra looked at Ravina and asked. "What about you?"

"Same answer." He answered, Ezra was somewhat stunned.

Martial Prowess is akin to a maze, Martial Masters divided into two categories, Martial Cultivator and Martial Sorcerer. And Martial Prowess is also divided into different types. Such as Mind techniques, Weapon mastery, Body strengthening, Movement techniques etc.

The fusion of all would allow one to shatter the sky and land with one's bare hands and feet. It was said that at the pinnacle, one's body would achieve the godly level, a realm where a single flick was enough to shatter stars.

However, regardless of whether it was cultivation or sorcery, one's prowess first needed to reach a certain level.

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